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In The Crowd

Friday, March 18, 2005

We all have our obsessions

I walked over to the Hayes Valley yesterday to treat myself to a nice haircut. Of course since my sleep schedule is completely off I was running late for my 1:00 pm appointment, and I had nothing but black coffee in my system. I mention this to give you some idea of the kind of hurry I was in to get home by 2:00 pm or so to eat lunch. Hayes Valley is filled with all kinds of cute bakeries and little boutiques, modern furniture stores, galleries and hair salons. I could've happily spent spent an afternoon window shopping, but I was determined to make it home for lunch (especially considering how much I had just dropped on my hair).

However, on my way home I passed by Flax, and not realizing exactly how large a store it was (or what was really inside) I thought I could just poke my head in for a second. I have to stop here and remind you all of a couple of things. The first is that I have still not been back to Amoeba, because I recognize danger when I see it and I know that I am neither emotionally nor financially ready. The second is that when I moved, I had two banker's boxes filled with stationery supplies. I'm probably the only person you know who has engraved correspondence cards with matching lined envelopes, and uses them. I am a hardcore stationery geek. I also had two boxes filled with craft supplies, and I donated another three boxes of crafty stuff before I left. Now take a look at the link to Flax. From the pictures on the front page, you'd think it had a small selection of gift items, right? That's what I thought. No. See the links at top, the ones labelled collage and the paper catalog? DANGER. I was going to describe what I found in loving detail, but you're either the kind of person who will spend three hours on that website drooling or you just don't care, so I won't. Suffice to say that it was a good thing I was really hungry when I got there and that they don't have a cafe.


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